and glass flew everywhere. The window. Did they just throw Marvin out his own window?
Crawling was too slow. Jeffrey pulled himself up to a low crouch, clutching his burning left arm. The kitchen door was within reach. From there heâd run out the back. They wouldnât gun him down in the street.
Of course they wouldnât. Not when they could put his lights out forever right here.
Jeffrey fell forward, his chest thrust outward from the impact of the bullets in his back. He went down, his face smashing into the rubble strewn over the floor.
He thought he could hear his breath, ragged and full of pain. It sounded like a roar in his ears, like the ocean. Or maybe that was the sound of his blood rushing out of him.
Something landed near his face. A gun, still smoking.
That was the last thing he ever saw.
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N ight, Gunny!â
Vincent âGunnyâ Van Dyke waved good-bye without turning around as he walked through the bustling kitchen of the Manhattan Tower Hotel. His bellmanâs shift was over and he was looking forward to the weekend.
The new kid he had just hiredââDodgerâ was it?âopened the back door with a flourish and a little bow. âEvening, sir,â Dodger said with a grin.
âGood night, my good man,â Gunny replied, sounding as high class as one of the big shots who often stayed at the hotel.
Dodger gave Gunny a once-over. âYou look swank,â he said with his thick Brooklyn accent. âGot plans?â
âYou bet I do,â Gunny replied.
Dodger snapped his fingers. âYouâre off to hear your friendâs band up in Harlem!â Dodger clutched Gunnyâs wide lapels as if he were a man begging for his life. âPlease, you gotta take me with you.â
âNo can do, Dodger,â Gunny said. âYouâre on the night shift now.â
Dodger mimed stabbing himself in the chest. âCut out my heart, why donâtcha,â he moaned.
Gunny laughed. He liked the squirt. He was rough around the edges maybe, but solid.
âDonât worry, Dodger,â Gunny promised. âOnce youâre back on days, Iâll bring you up to Chubby Malloyâs Paradise to hear Jumpinâ Jed and the JiveMasters.â
âWill you get me a girl, too?â Dodger asked eagerly.
Gunny laughed again. âIâm not a miracle worker.â
âCruel.â Dodger took a step backward and looked stricken. âSo cruel.â Then he smirked and winked.
The sun was dipping low, and the chill in the air made Gunny walk briskly to the subway. He put his nickel in the slot and hurried down the stairs for the long trip uptown to Harlem.
Gunny peered out the window as the subway crawled out of the tunnel and rumbled along the elevated tracks. We go back a long ways, olâ Jed and me .
Jed was a bit older than Gunny and they had known each other since childhood in Virginia. After the Great War, they both moved up to New York. Now, almost twenty years later, Jumpinâ Jed was the leader of his own band at the nicest nightclub in Harlemâmaybe all of New York Cityâand Gunny was bell captain at the Manhattan Tower Hotel. Weâve done well for ourselves , Gunny thought with satisfaction.
Still, something nagged at him. Gunny didnât crave the flash of Jumpinâ Jedâs life as an entertainer. But sometimes he wondered if there were something morehe should be doing, something just outside view that he was meant to discover.
The clattering train pulled into Gunnyâs stop with a screech. This neighborhood was a lot noisier than the fancy area around the hotel. Here pushcart peddlers shouted out to customers, men and women hurried home from work, children played stickball in the street while neighbors hung out windows and yelled down to them.
When Gunny turned onto Jedâs block, the roar of construction sounds added to the din. He stopped to check out the new building going up. A
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